"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost
Wrennyn Foster
I stood in the dense forest with my arms crossed. Thunder rolled in the distance and the air smelled of petrichor. I woke up before Natalia and most of the Pirates. I wanted some time to myself.. I mean things were getting a bit crazy on this island. The woods... And the beaches...All of it was so relaxing. You could forget all of the bad things that happened on the island when you were away from it... I was listening to the birds when I heard it. Just a quiet crack of a twig and a sigh.
"Good morning Natalia." I continued staring out at the trees. There was no response for a while.
"Mornin' Wren." She said it quietly. I turned slowly with a smile, only to find myself face to face with the barrel of a Colt 45. As you can guess, the smile faded pretty quick.
"So what's up with all this?" I questioned, motioning at the gun. The took a step back and held the gun with both hands.
"It's all just business. Actually doing my job..." She replied. She stared into my eyes, but I could feel her hesitation.
"You know that stuff doesn't mean anything here. This is a new start. We could leave our pasts behind... Create a place to preserve life as we know it through a war..." I stepped forwards to try and take the gun away slowly. She took a moved back quickly and just out of reach. She responded quickly, clearly upset.
"Life can't always be like that. Sure it was nice and all, but when we get off of this island.. You will continue to be the criminal you were.. And are!"
"So you are just going to kill a man who has been there for you this entire time?" My tone rose and I could feel water beading around my eyes. So much for holding that one back. The rain was just starting to get here. I could feel a few drops on the back of my neck. She nodded and turned off the safety of the gun. I took a step towards her. The hilt of my sword was in my hand.
"I'm really sorry about this Wrennyn... I really did like you." Her eyes darted all over me and I looked down. Ugh... I was all wrong.
"I'm sorry too." i replied solemnly. A gunshot rang out...
Pirate goon
Gutaale tasked me with looking over Foster... I guess i'm not the best guard, but I was up late, okay? People show up late to their jobs all the time... Then again it had to be today. When I found Foster in the woods he was face to face with a russian chick. A gun in her hand, and a look of regret in his eyes. I heard Foster mutter something as he moved forward quickly, drawing his sword and pushing her hand with the gun up over his shoulder as he drove the blade into her chest hard. She pulled the trigger instinctively and she let out a guttural groan as Foster slowly set her down in the dirt. She looked up at him with wide eyes, coughingup blood and gagging as he pulled the sword from her chest. He set the sword to the side and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and sobbing loudly. The life ebbed quickly from her and Foster set her down, shutting her eyes and wiping his. Thunder crashed above us. Oh... I didn't even realize it was raining Until now... Hmm about time. I slowly walked out of the woods towards the distraught and defeated Foster, who sat in the mud and repeatedly wiped his eyes.
"Sir..." I dared. He looked up quickly and then down at the ground. He responded with a choked up voice.
"Yeah... Uhhh... Take care of her please... And leave me be." He left me in the woods with Osipova.
I think there should be rain more often... I mean it is the Caribbean..
Wrennyn Foster
I stood in the dense forest with my arms crossed. Thunder rolled in the distance and the air smelled of petrichor. I woke up before Natalia and most of the Pirates. I wanted some time to myself.. I mean things were getting a bit crazy on this island. The woods... And the beaches...All of it was so relaxing. You could forget all of the bad things that happened on the island when you were away from it... I was listening to the birds when I heard it. Just a quiet crack of a twig and a sigh.
"Good morning Natalia." I continued staring out at the trees. There was no response for a while.
"Mornin' Wren." She said it quietly. I turned slowly with a smile, only to find myself face to face with the barrel of a Colt 45. As you can guess, the smile faded pretty quick.
"So what's up with all this?" I questioned, motioning at the gun. The took a step back and held the gun with both hands.
"It's all just business. Actually doing my job..." She replied. She stared into my eyes, but I could feel her hesitation.
"You know that stuff doesn't mean anything here. This is a new start. We could leave our pasts behind... Create a place to preserve life as we know it through a war..." I stepped forwards to try and take the gun away slowly. She took a moved back quickly and just out of reach. She responded quickly, clearly upset.
"Life can't always be like that. Sure it was nice and all, but when we get off of this island.. You will continue to be the criminal you were.. And are!"
"So you are just going to kill a man who has been there for you this entire time?" My tone rose and I could feel water beading around my eyes. So much for holding that one back. The rain was just starting to get here. I could feel a few drops on the back of my neck. She nodded and turned off the safety of the gun. I took a step towards her. The hilt of my sword was in my hand.
"I'm really sorry about this Wrennyn... I really did like you." Her eyes darted all over me and I looked down. Ugh... I was all wrong.
"I'm sorry too." i replied solemnly. A gunshot rang out...
Pirate goon
Gutaale tasked me with looking over Foster... I guess i'm not the best guard, but I was up late, okay? People show up late to their jobs all the time... Then again it had to be today. When I found Foster in the woods he was face to face with a russian chick. A gun in her hand, and a look of regret in his eyes. I heard Foster mutter something as he moved forward quickly, drawing his sword and pushing her hand with the gun up over his shoulder as he drove the blade into her chest hard. She pulled the trigger instinctively and she let out a guttural groan as Foster slowly set her down in the dirt. She looked up at him with wide eyes, coughingup blood and gagging as he pulled the sword from her chest. He set the sword to the side and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and sobbing loudly. The life ebbed quickly from her and Foster set her down, shutting her eyes and wiping his. Thunder crashed above us. Oh... I didn't even realize it was raining Until now... Hmm about time. I slowly walked out of the woods towards the distraught and defeated Foster, who sat in the mud and repeatedly wiped his eyes.
"Sir..." I dared. He looked up quickly and then down at the ground. He responded with a choked up voice.
"Yeah... Uhhh... Take care of her please... And leave me be." He left me in the woods with Osipova.
I think there should be rain more often... I mean it is the Caribbean..
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